Finn: Guys, I'm Over My Fear Of Ghosts!

Finn: Guys, I'm over my fear of ghosts!

Rey: That's the spirit!

Finn: Oh fuck, where?!

I imagine this is how Chris , Sebastian and Anthony reacted to seeing each on the set of infinity war on the first day

Here’s an idea.

So, lately I've been thinking about writing some sam x daughter but I never wrote for tumblr.

Basically, I was thinking about some kind of series where I write different one-shots, with the same au basics. In this "au basics", the reader is Sam's daughter who would've happened if he never met Jess at college, that appears once he has to change one important part of his past (not dating Jess) to save Dean in some kind of deal, changing the reality they know a lil bit.

They come back to the bunker, and find a teenager who didn't even exist a few days ago. So, the boys start to remember some things about her while for her, they've always been there.

Lemme know if you guys like it <3

Also, English is not my first language so I'm sorry if there are any grammar mistakes.

Here it is.

Bad Blood

Never Be The Same - Part 4.

Pairing: Sam x Daughter!Reader, Dean x Niece!Reader, Castiel x Platonic!Reader, Sam x OC.

Summary: To save Dean’s life, Sam changes a big part of his past, hoping that he’d only forget memories with his college girlfriend. But, not only he changes his life, he also creates a new one.

Word Count: 1927.

Warnings: Swearing.

A/N: I’m back guys. Sorry it took so long. Anyway, I’m loving writing this and I  hope you like it. Let me know your opinion.

"We gotta go." You, your father and Castiel stayed quiet while uncle Dean answered the victim's sister call.

"Now?" Sam woke up from whatever what he was thinking and looked up.

"Of course now."

"I'll stay." You asked insecure.

"You are not here for nothing." Dean remembered.

The rest of the day was occupied by the case, only after dark everything was good and you, you did good. Not for one second you got distracted. At some point, you were in different rooms of the victim's house. Castiel took her sister to a diner not far from there.

"Sam!" You heard the angel scream from the end of the hall and ran like crazy.

"Wake up!" He woke up in the moment you showed at the door with your uncle coming right after. He looked at Castiel, and then you came closer.

"Camila?"

"What happened?" He asked helping your father get up.

"I'm not sure." Long story short, he was fine. Everyone was fine. At least, physically.

Your heartbeats calmed down and started accelerating again as fast as it could. The ride back was not relaxing, like it usually is. The anxiety and the doubt were killing you. The guilt was killing Sam in the front seat. After you both showered, he smiled shyly at you. He was going to ask if you two could talk, but you seated and just waited.

"Wanna go outside?" You followed him until the Impala where the two of you leaned while you talked.

"Wanna go first?" You helped him in a way.

"I don't know." He said looking straight to the wall in front of him. Both of you were staring at it to avoid eye contact. "I... I have to be honest with you, Y/N, just like you did earlier and all the time since..." He stopped and took a deep breath.

"Anyway, I need you to know that I'm confused. I'm starting to understand what happened..."

"How I happened." You interrupted with deep emphasis in I.

"Yeah." He said impressed with your sincerity. Then, he finally looked at you.

"Don't worry, it's nothing. Basically, I have the abilities because of the demon blood. I don't use it and sometimes it feels like it's not there, but in others it's too much."

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"You deserve better."

"So do you. We all do. It's not how it works. Not everything is your fault."

"It is my blood."

"All my life you said that my mother's death is not on me." You looked at him. "The demon blood is not on you."

"It's not only that. You hunt! I never wanted this for you. It feels like a curse, a very a bad one." You stayed quiet, staring at the floor.

Sam was having flashbacks constantly. But not about you, about your mother. The last one was from the day she told him she was pregnant. It was a week before your uncle Dean showed up. She was certain that Sam would be a good father, but afraid of his reaction and she couldn't find a way to tell him. They were alone, just living the student life - she was resting a little while she could and he was reading (even though it was really late).

"Sam, how do you feel about kids?"

"What do you mean?"

"Do you like 'em?"

"Sure. Who doesn't?" He was trying to focus on his reading.

"Right. How do you feel about having kids?" That called his attention. "Have you ever thought about it?" Well, of course, he was about to propose.

"Yes." He paused. "And yes, about having children with you. Why?"

"Do you think we'll be good parents?"

"I don't know about me." He paused. "But you'll be the best mom ever." She smiled. Sam wanted kids, but he was insecure about being a father.

"You are always taking care of me, protecting me. I'm sure you'll do good." He turned back to the book, thinking the conversation was over. And it was. Until your mother spoke. "This little one will probably be so attached to you." He froze. Saw a movie with your mother cross his mind. Swallowed. Breathed and turned the chair around with a scared face, a face she never saw before.

"What?" She was not even looking at him.

"What, what?"

"What did you said?" Maybe, MAYBE it was nothing.

"I said the child will be attached to you." She was a little slow sometimes, didn't listen to her own words.

"No, you said 'this' instead of 'the'." He explained. Her eyes widened and she went pale, showing the truth. "Camila." She froze. His heart was beating so fast, it was one of the scariest moments of his life. "Camila, are you...?" She nodded fast biting her lips, not letting him finish. Her eyes were already filled with tears.

A lot of things were running way too fast in Sam's head. He was not even thinking about the timing or whatever. He was just so scared. He was scared that he couldn't protect you, that he couldn't give you everything you deserved, that he would mess up. In a second, his biggest fear became disappointing you.

"I'm sorry." She said quietly, waking him up. Then for the first time ever, automatically, he was worried about you at the same time and intensity that he was worried about your mother. "I know it's too early, not planned." She couldn't help but cry.

"Hey..." He went to her side. "Don't you dare apologize." He had an authority in his soft voice. "First, I was a part of it too." She kept looking down, sobbing. "Second, how can this be a bad thing?" He wasn't just comforting her, he truly felt it. She finally looked up, with tears all over her cheek.

At the moment he saw her, he felt it twice as hard. Through his eyes, she was perfect, in all the ways possible. Suddenly, his fear became the best sensation he could feel, he was going to raise you, educate you, give you everything he could, be his best for you every day. He would have someone to learn from him, to be his legacy, his and your mother's. Damn, the idea of having child of his own with your mother traces, her deep dark brown eyes, the long hair, her skin tone and smile. Jesus, he loved you so much.

That sensation made him smile quickly, making your mother smile too. They looked at each other's eyes and the happiness was mutual, so strong it made them laugh a lot and cry a little with so much emotion. There was no bad in it, no doubt. But now, it was different.

"It's my fault because it's my bad blood." He finally said after a long minute. Then he looked at you again and again, he saw her. "You look so much like your mother."

"Everyone tells me otherwise."

"They never knew her like I did, not even her father." You were kind of happy he said that, but you didn't let it show. After a couple of seconds, you realized what was happening. You are always so good at that.

"You are not remembering me, are you?"

"Not yet." He couldn't lie. "But I am having flashbacks of her, a lot of them. It's just that, you remind me so much of her." You felt your tears coming calmly. "You are very different but still... not at all."

"I don't even know her, how can I..."

"You're unique." You looked at him. "Like she was" He interrupted and paused.

"Y/N, I just don't know how suddenly be a father and I don't wanna disappoint you, really."

"I'm not asking for that. Don't worry."

"It's my duty and it's... new." He sighed. He was trying. You knew it. And you knew that you had to do your part - no pressure.

"Well, I'm proud of this blood." You could listen your childhood colleagues saying you didn't have a father or a mother, your grandfather saying you should use his last name, anyone else. But not someone with the same blood. Not your family. "I'm proud of being a Winchester." You swallowed your tears. "You see it as a bad blood that curses us? Yes, that's exactly what it is. But I..." You stood in front of him. "I see it as the blood that runs through the veins of the ones who save lives, who saved the world so many times without blinking and it's the one in my veins." For the first - not first - time he saw you cry. "It's a honor, Sam." You stopped, taking a break. Stopped crying. "I can't say it to everyone, but I know it: being the daughter of the guy who saves the world? Not that bad."

Seeing you cry and leave turned into a day flashback. The flashbacks he had awake were the worst, because while the other ones were more like dreams, this felt like headaches. His instincts went crazy by the sound of your sobbing while you talked. The sobbing came from many different absent memories from different ages - in the present it was just some quiet tears. After you went back to the room, he allowed a couple down his face, paralyzed by the desperation he felt thanks to the sound of you crying.

"How is she?" Castiel and Dean found Sam in shock.

"You tell me."

"How are you?" Dean was the one this time.

"Scared."

"Is that because you called her Camila earlier?" Cass was worried.

"Camila is..." He stopped. "...Was her mother." He was confused. She is alive but she isn't. "I don't know."

"What's happening?"

"Her mother is alive here, Dean."

"She was never born."

"Oh my God..." Castiel started to relate everything.

"The last times I slept or passed out, whatever." He mentioned that day earlier. "I only had flashbacks with Camila, I dreamed with the day she told me about Y/N, it was so fucking real."

"How was it?" Dean was curious.

"Shocking." He started listing. "Unexpected, and surreal." Breathing through that thoughts was hard. So he took a deep breath in almost every pause he made.

"Just like now." His brother confirmed.

"Worse." Castiel added, reading your father's expression.

"At least she wasn't born, I was still going to raise her, with Camila, out of all of this. Now, she is all done already and I don't know who she is."

"But she knows us." Castiel spoke again. "A lot." The three of them agreed at this. "It's almost like she reads our thoughts."

"And our moves." Dean laughed. "She is the scariest shit, isn't she?" They all smiled and went rest, hoping that in the next day they would know a little bit more about you.

Next morning, was time to have a nice breakfast and go back to the bunker. You knew you would sleep all the way back thanks to the previous night insomnia that not even the tiring of the hunt could defeat. But when you woke up, you weren't on bed, you were in your father's arms. It doesn't matter if you've grown a lot, you'll always be tiny in his big arms.

"Shhhh." He said when you moved your head. Normally, you wake up very easily. But when he caught you, your body recognized his care and the smell of the shirt. When the sun between the bedroom and the car reached your eyes, you briefly opened them. "We're going home."

Next.

You're home

stobin hc

A/N: first time doing a hc and stobin, hope you like it

so let's begin - two years after coming out to Steve, Robin comes out to her parents

unfortunately, things don't go so good and her dad kicks her out (shit, it's the 80's)

her mom can't do much, so she packes her things in tears and leaves, hoping she would be back soon

lost, she calls Steve to pick her somewhere bc it's late at night

"Robin, what's wrong? Were you crying?"

"Just come, please."

He's there in a second.

Once he stops the car, he leaves and runs into her

They hug in the moment they get close enough

And she cries again

He doesn't make questions, just comforts her until they get in the car

He sleeps on the floor so she has the bed

Next morning she tells him what happened

"You can stay here as long as you need." "He'll change his mind."

"I don't know, Stev. I don't think it'll be any time soon."

She stays at his house for a couple a weeks until they find a place she can pay for

He would offer to help but this powerful lady takes no help

Stubborn, he would say

They end up hanging out there more than expected

Eventually his children show up

But she still misses her family

It still hurts

"What have I done wrong?"

"Nothing. There's nothing wrong with you."

Steve admires how she has this strong personality, she inspires him

"I miss home." - she says sad

"Hey," he holds her tight "you're home."

Write Your Name

Never Be The Same - Part 1.

Pairing: Sam x Daughter!Reader, Dean x Niece!Reader, Castiel x Platonic!Reader.

Summary: To save Dean’s life, Sam changes a big part of his past, hoping that he’d only forget memories with his college girlfriend. But, not only he changes his life, he also creates a new one.

Word Count: 2107.

Warnings: None.

A/N: I just want to say thank you to every single soul who liked, reblogged and commented the prologue, it meant a lot to me. Here’s some more, hope you like it. And again, I’ll love to know what you think.

You had to think fast, so you did it, like a good hunter would do. You looked at the three men standing in front of you and realized that they might not remember you, but you knew exactly what they needed from you. Of course, something happened, but the priority was to make them trust you, after this first step you could move forward to understand the situation. So, you considered the facts:

- Castiel would know if you were lying. But, you truly don't know if that's because he's an angel or he just knows you so well;

- Your father was probably the first one to notice you are just a kid. But, what if he only saw you as a kid when he saw you as his child?;

- Uncle Dean. Well, if you get his trust you can figure anything out. Or could you?

You tried to ignore the idea of them not being the same people that raised you, and when your heard your uncle's voice again, you finally came back to reality.

"So, maybe I should shoot before making the question." It was the weirdest thing ever.

Dean could never make you feel truly threatened. He always had and always will have the same authority over you as your father and Cass do; but, them pointing their guns at you, just in the exact same way they taught you to, so you could protect yourself or someone else, was an impossible event.

You were paralyzed, trying to understand the situation. So, when you finally moved, the first thing you did was take your knife of your pants back pocket. Showing them you would be unharmed once you putted the knife on the floor and kicked it to far away from you.

"I'm Y/N Winchester." You finally said. They looked at you even more confused. You took a deep breath. "I live here." It was the best you could think of. It wasn't enough. "I can prove it."

Nothing in the bunker was enough. You could have done it while they were gone. Maybe not your bedroom, but it was too obvious. How could you prove it?

You were thinking too much. Talk. Out loud.

The expressions in their faces were for sure some kind of mix between surprise, confusion and whatever you were feeling as well.

"Wait, what?" Sam said, making you calm down a little bit after listening to your father's voice. "How?"

How?

"Baby." Finally an idea.

"What?" Dean spoke. You looked at the table where you were studying just a couple minutes before.

"The table. It has your initials on it. It does not prove anything because I could have done it while you were gone. But the Impala, was with you all the time." You were clearly nervous. It was ok. You just had to trust them and they would trust you.

"How do you know I call the car Baby?"

"If I tell you, you won't believe it." You paused, more confident. "But I can show you."

"Alright, then show us." Castiel said with clear authority in his voice.

You turned your back to them. You shouldn't, everyone knows it. But they were not your enemy. They never could be. Ever.

When the four of you reached the car, you asked them to look at the initials D.W. and S.W., side by side. They did. But, your initials were right below theirs. You first initial followed by the W of Winchester.

All the three of them were feeling really weird about everything but they would never let it show, at least not to you. Only they knew what they were thinking between them. That's what they thought. All the time, you read them just like they read each other.

"Cass?" Dean asked. It was enough. Castiel shocked his head. He was just as lost as the brothers.

"Dean, this doesn't seem recent to me."

"It isn't." They looked at you, surprised with your tone. You were starting to get anxious, how could they not remember?

Your long hair was being hold by a hair clip and your clothes were the usual for home: a comfortable shirt and your pants.

You took another deep breath. Yeah, a lot was going on in their minds but you were asking yourself this one question.

"How can you not remember?"

"Remember what?" Sam asked calm. Maybe he did saw you as only a kid. Why not his kid?

"Your daughter." He swallowed. "I did this in Baby when I was like three. At the time I wasn't strong enough to write it by myself with a knife, so you helped me. But," you paused and looked at your uncles for a change "The ones in the table. I did it myself, not too long ago."

"I..." He tried to say something, he felt like he had to. But... what could he say?

Maybe for the first time they truly and deeply looked at you as someone who would not hurt them. All the caution they have and taught you to have too, made them blind to see what really was in front of them: a 15 year old girl, dressed with clothes they could call familiar to what they wear.

Then, that feeling, became something even more confusing and new.

"Jess..." Sam said after the long and silent seconds while they stared at you.

"You changed your past." Castiel remembered.

"What?!" You screamed, completely forgetting about they not knowing who you were. The intimacy speaking louder than you.

"Sammy did a sacrifice for me, and... well, he changed a big part of his life. But I still don't see how you can be part of this."

"We should go back inside." Castiel said, your father nodded.

Once you got to the library table, every single one of you avoided the side with the initials. Before starting the conversation, your uncle grabbed beers at the kitchen.

"What part of your life you changed?"

"A college girlfriend." Cass answered.

"An important one?" Sam nodded. "Jess?"

"You know her?" His eyes widened. Part of him hoped somehow he could save his memories with her. Or still have one. You.

"Never heard of her." Another moment of silence.

"Ok, so..." Dean started.

"...Y/N." Ouch. That one hurt.

"...Y/N. I think, it's better if you tell us who you are. I mean, what do you know? Why are you here? How are you here?" He grabbed his Airsoft Colt M1911 A1 and putted on the table and you looked at it. How well designed was that gun.

"Dean, this is her home too..." Sam said, not sure of what he was saying but trying to be more soft than your uncle.

You felt a hole in your heart. Even if you've spent just a couple of weekends, holidays or whatever there, the bunker was you home and you loved that place. Especially the library.

"C'mon, I can show you." You said to your uncle while leaving, making them follow you into your bedroom.

In the hall, it was just another door. But once you opened that door, they saw the walls covered in a special wallpaper, a new table and bed, all combining with the rest of the decoration. The books all over the place and the TV in the wall that was front for the queen size bed with bedside tables. It felt like they left the bunker for a quarter of second.

"Wow" Dean said surprised.

After that quarter of second, they felt more familiar with the place and before any of them could say something else, you went to one of your bedside tables and grabbed your Airsoft Colt M1911 A1, as well designed as Dean's. You showed it to them.

"When did you...?" Of course he had his with him, like he would ever leave the room without it. You still didn't have his total trust. Not his or any. Maybe this would change now. He checked and he was still with his gun.

"You gave it to me when I was 12." You explained. He swallowed. The three of them shocked.

After another moment of silence, your father looked at your table. It had a computer in it, a couple of notebooks, pens and pictures. In one of them, you were two years old and he held you in his arms laughing with you and Dean by your side. You love that picture. Bob was the one responsible for that perfect shot.

When Sammy's eyes fell in the image of that picture, he reached it and analyzed every single part with the frame in his hands. Dean got closer to the picture and after ten seconds of torture, the youngest brother said.

"I remember this day."

"Me too." Dean said with his softest tone, taking the frame from Sam's hands. Before they turned around to you again, you thought fast once again.

"Castiel, see what they can remember, please." You begged.

The angel understood what you were trying to say and with a touch of his hand in their foreheads he saw how the two year old you was happy in that day. Right after that, he realized Sam lost a important memory seconds before.

"So every single time we remember something about her, a part of what we remember now will be erased from our heads?" Dean asked. You were at the library once again, the place where the problems were usually solved.

"I don't know, it's possible that a thing Y/N did years ago will take the place of other memories in your heads, but, don't worry. If my logical is right, will only be things that affect or are related to her, specifically." Castiel explained.

"A peace of her past, changes a peace of my past as well." Your father concluded. Somehow, you felt guilty.

"That explains why we both have the exact same gun and why my initials and my bedroom are here but one of my tattoos is not."

"One of your tattoos?" You looked at your father, sitting in a chair in the other side. Cass was by your side and Dean was standing at the beginning of the table.

"How many do you have?" Dean asked curious.

"It was supposed to be four." You had the anti-possession one in the back of your left shoulder, a little and simple bow and arrow in your forearm and a "non timebo mala" in your right collarbone. "But one of them is missing."

Once again none of you knew what to say next and you felt that guilty again. They were all worried about what would happen and of course, extremely confused with everything. You could tell that Castiel was also worried with you in his special way, always making sure he can help somehow. Dean was still in shock, he wasn't letting it show, you just knew too much of him. Sam had a sad look in his eyes. His sadness and yours were the same. He felt guilty, like he was failing you and it was a matter of seconds before he started make you a lot of questions. Well, your guilty spoke louder than his.

"Can I talk to you for a second?" He stopped staring at the table and looked up at you.

"Sure." He got up, glad to see you were acting calm and being very mature with all the situation. You two went to the hallway. There you said:

"Write her name."

"What?" Now he was looking down at you.

"Jess, right?" He contracted his jaw. "Don't worry with me for now, ok? Stay as far from me as you can until you are sure you wrote down every single thing you can remember about her and with her. If you have pictures, make sure they stay together with what you wrote. That way you won't forget her."

"Oh yeah, what about you?"

"It's a big bunker. You won't see me around."

"Y/N..." Somehow, he still felt so weird when he said your name out loud. Have he chosen it for you? He had no idea about the basics, it was killing him. "...that's not fair with you." You knew he wouldn't agree with it, but you had the cards.

"I'm not gonna say anything about me until you three do it." You said with authority. "I don't have the right to take your memories away, so I'll make sure you keep them." You went to your bedroom right after you said that and locked the doors in case what you said didn't remind him how stubborn you are.

Next.